For My Own Breath Misja
R Summary
To breathe the air of life is hard to keep. But when many stories arise from many sides, it is hard to determine which side will let you live.
Prologue
The grand palace of Elysian showed its great white marble last brilliance to the descending sun. The high mountains took the last light of the day, while forest down below the canopy were darkening. Animals began to return quietly to their protective home for the night, fish have stopped jumping out of the water and the birds ceased their tunes until for the next morning.
But it was not a calm night as they previously were, not tonight, nor it was thought that such a night would ever repeat itself. For a painful cry ripped through the land, wails of high and low. Screams of dreadful murder that never seemed to rest. The wolves tonight dared not join in with the cries. The moon began to appear, however it smiled upon the earth tonight, with its full glory and cared not for the cries.
Down below the beautiful palace was nothing as the home of the High Terra Royalty, for the bricks down below were not made of magnificent marble but dull, hard black stone covered in mould, moss and fungi. Rats roamed through the small cracks but did not risk coming out of their holes tonight.
The moon rose higher into the sky slowly reaching a small barred window that led to the cries. Quietly as the moon reached the small window the cries slowly became quiet whimpers. Heavy chains moved along the cold floor covered in numerous small skeletons and even a human skull in the corner.
Breaths became violently haggard and a small growl snarled at the moon. The foul stench of decaying animals and waste was ignored, for nothing was worse than the feeling that this prisoner had in its heart. The moonlight had shown itself into complete view of the prisoner sending its beam directly her. A young girl, dirty, bloodstained and weak, dressed in a plain, now filthy, white embroidered dress with her intense blue eyes gazed quietly at the moon with menacing look, her hair once golden, shinned with a dead air against the light. She never blinked nor looked away. Her breath became silent that the first sounds outside the cell began to replace the sudden silence.
'It got so quiet... is she there?' a voice of a young man whispered from outside. The sound of keys clashing and the doors creaked open. Footsteps softly descended down small stairs.
'She's there...', the first guard said quivering quietly and even looked relieved. The girl did not seem to notice two guards that carefully approached her.
'Poor thing, such a pretty little girl too' one of them whispered.
'I-Is she dead?' the guard behind asked, they looked at the heavily chained girl. She looked calm and serene despite the look in her eyes towards the moon.
'I'll go check' said the first soldier, he edged closer to her, his arm reached out to detect any life in her but instead gave a painful cry. The girl-prisoner grabbed hold onto his arm a bit down hard on his palm.
'PETE!! GET HER OFF!! GET HER OFF!!' he cried. Pete terrified shakily unsheathed his sword, the girl intense blue eyes immediately heard and spotted the sharp weapon and instantly released his companion and scurried off away as much as the chains allowed her, growling at the young guard.
'Pete! No! She'll get what she deserves, that little bitch will be dead tomorrow' he said huffing, cradling his wounded palm.
'What's going on down there?! Dan?! Pete?!' a voice called from above the cell. Dan answered. 'N-Nothing Captain, just minor problems with our little assassin...'
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